La Brava X Gentle Criminal の小説・ストーリー

The crack of the gunshot echoed through the room, and his laughter twisted into a scream. “Did you think you could walk away from us, Bruno? Pull a little stunt, cash out, and waltz over to another family like it’s nothing?” I sneered, watching him squirm in agony, clutching his bleeding arm. “The Bravata isn’t a club you leave, Bruno. It’s in your blood, and there’s only one way out.” I looked at Bishop, who handed me a red-hot poker without a word. I pressed it down on the fresh wound, searing into the raw skin, and Bruno’s screams grew louder, filling the room.

My stomach cramps, and I wince. The titles line up on the screen. Sinfully His—an age-gap, dad’s-best-friend romance, where she gets revenge on her cheating husband and also bag’s her dad’s older hot friend. The next is some werewolf thing about mates and rejection and shit I don’t understand. Marco’s choices already have me giggling. He did this on purpose. And then another catches me: The Mafia’s Pet. Enemies to lovers. Erotica. A laugh slips out. Too pointed. Too close to home.

If my enemies get wind of it, they will want to use her to get to me, and if my men find out, they will lose whatever respect they had for me. In the bratva, to be respected, you must prove to your men that you can be trusted and ruthless when necessary. That is why we do not depend on fickle emotions such as love. “You are being too hard on her and yourself.” A voice says from beside me and I don't have to turn around to know it's Ivanov. I don't bother responding to him as I storm away to my office. But as always, Ivanov follows close behind me. “Why are you doing this?” Ivanov asks once I'm settled behind my desk.

“People like you… you never learn until you’re taught a lesson.” I scanned the room and spotted a baseball bat leaning against the wall. His eyes widened as he noticed where my gaze had landed. “Please…” he pleaded. But I wasn’t listening. Matteo handed me the bat, and I rested it on Luca’s shoulder, the exact spot where he’d shot Lorenzo. He gave me one last desperate look before I swung the bat hard into his shoulder. The crack of impact echoed in the room, and Luca screamed. I hit him again, this time harder, watching the blood seep through his shirt.

Nico says signaling to the bartender he needs more drinks. "Well, this is the perfect time to tell you guys that those girls are checking you out." Jamal gestures to to the group on brunettes at the end of the bar. ~~~ "Let me go," Beth struggles out of Rudy's tight grip. When she finally drags her arm away from his grip, she keeps a safe distance. "What the he'll is wrong with you?" Beth yells. "I knew you had something to do with what happened to my guys?" Beth burst into laughter, "You think I shot Sparks and beat up Ghost?"

Restlessness makes me feel violent. I once had a lead on Romanov's location that ended up being a dead end. Fifty Bratva soldiers who dared to breach my territory died that night. I tore them apart from limb to fucking limb with a pen knife. I grab Ricardo's bottle of bourbon and pour a generous portion into my shot glass. Blue eyes better be here soon. "Are you going to explain this…unhealthy obsession with a complete stranger?" I do not even spare him a glance. "No." He gives me a roguish grin

Other girls who were staying silent before dragged Jerson into the room, while Brianna, Noah, and Tyler stood up straight while walking upright nearer the four men. "This is Noah. His student was now in the wardrobe with my girls. And this is Tyler, the bellboy. You can ask him to do things as you see fit. But please take your hands on yourselves as I don’t like customers touching my people,” Brianna declared with a smile. “Escuchaste sobre un crimen en el que a las víctimas les cortaron el dedo?” Brianna asked. (Trans: Did you hear about a crime where victims had their fingers cut off?)